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Which worked for me. Somehow, knowing that my guys were armed and ready for anything gave me a bit more confidence. Not that this would be a problem. Ela and I were both working with Osas today, and the assignments would be easy. Still, I knew that Oryll wouldn't like it, and I half expected the man to try something.
Inside the classroom, the students were packed into place. No one was skipping this class, so there wasn't a spare seat - which was odd. We didn't have that many students, but looking around, I realized this wasn'tonlystudents. I saw Jola and Harlin sitting at the back. Near the front was another pair that didn't belong, but when the woman turned, I saw Faylie's face. Two rows behind me was a man with a guardian I knew from the Salle, and more.
In other words, Oryll was still under suspicion from the other priests. They'd make sure this would be fair. There would be witnesses if he tried to give me a lower grade than I deserved. In that moment, the last of my fears were gone. At least for this test.
When Oryll finally arrived, he didn't waste any time in starting the demonstrations. Going in alphabetical order, he called down a dainty little girl to go first. She hopped her ass up on Oryll's desk, spread her legs, and proceeded to show self-stimulation to the entire class, toying with herself until she reached orgasm. He graded it as good.
Then came another and another after that. Some chose the safest lessons possible. Others went with dramatic displays, always receiving a slightly higher score. Oryll made it clear that displays would always be judged on the effectiveness to the viewer as well as technical accuracy, so a few decided to change things up at the last minute.
And then it was Ela's turn. When his name was called, Osas stood as well, removing his shirt as he headed down to the front. The pair met just before the desk, and then Ela shoved. Osas wasn't prepared for that, so he spun, which allowed Ela to press him face first across the wooden top of the desk.
I didn't even know where the rope came from, but two wraps had the man secured. Ela paused to lean in, whispering something in Osas's ear, then kept going. An intricate knot appeared, then another. Halfway through, Osas tried to struggle, but Ela's handiwork was just too good. In less than a minute, the man was completely bound, at Ela's complete mercy.
So my partner tugged, rolling Osas onto his back, and kissed his way higher. Osas groaned, his deep rumble audible even from where I was sitting, and the erection in his pants wasn't feigned. Slowly, my partner made his way to Osas's mouth, now straddling him on the desk. As their tongues dueled, Ela showed off one final trick.
Movements that looked like caresses were really an excuse to move the last bit of rope into place. The men's bodies slid together, their hips grinding and breath coming faster, until Ela tugged the knot secure and everything tightened. Osas gasped against the constriction around his neck, his back arched to relieve the pressure, and his entire body was exposed for Eladehl's pleasure - which he proved by sliding his hand over Osas's now-hard dick.
"A wonderful example of bondage," Oryll admitted. "I'm impressed with the display and showmanship as well. Excellent, Eladehl."
My partner reached behind Osas's back and pulled a single strand, and the entire thing began to unravel. Osas chuckled at that, sat up, and pressed another kiss to Ela's lips while he pushed the last of the bindings from his arms. I saw the men share a few words, but couldn't make them out, and then they returned to their chairs.
"He said he's glad I went first," Ela told me once the next person was performing. "Said he's gonna need the release after that."
"You like him," I teased.
"Like is a good word," Ela agreed. "I love you. I like him. I also like that you like him too." He flashed me a smile, then we both turned to watch, trying to figure out what grade Oryll would give before the student was done.
All too soon, it was my turn. Oryll called out my name and made a production of gesturing toward the front. "Should I ask what lesson you'll be demonstrating?" he taunted, a smirk twisting his lips.
Osas stood with me, but there was something in his hand. Tucking it under his arm, the man walked forward, making a production of removing his shirt just like he had with Eladehl. His eyes caught mine and he smiled deviously.
"More bondage?" Oryll asked. "You'll have to do better than your partner or I'm dropping your grade."
"No, Priest Oryll," I said, "that is not my lesson."
Once his shirt was open, Osas let the flaps fall, and then held up the exact same dildo we'd used at the start of the year. "Priest Oryll, would you agree that this is the phallus we were graded on for deep-throating?"
"It is," Oryll said, sounding a little confused.
Osas dropped that onto the desk, then pulled off his shirt. It went beside the fake dick. "And the grade was based on taking all of it, correct?"
"So you plan to perform deep-throating on a real penis?" Oryll asked me.
Osas just held up a finger, stopping me before I could answer. "Is that what the grade was based on?"
"It was."
"Well, as the lucky man this beautiful priestess chose to help with her demonstration, I just wanted to make sure we have a size comparison."
That made a few people in the room laugh. Oryll's smirk quickly turned into a scowl, though. "I see. And the performance is part of the grade. This is a display, not simply a technical lesson."
"And you're grading her on being the receiver, correct? Or is she required to initiate?"
"The nature of this lesson would make the receiver the obvious choice," Oryll admitted.
"Good," Osas said, and like a switch was flipped, he reached out to grab the laces of my corset, pulling me up against him.
His mouth took mine, kissing me hard, and I let him. His teeth found my lip, and then his hand wrapped around the base of my throat. Our tongues danced, tangled, and then separated. Only then did he use his grip to push, driving me down to my knees. I submitted before him, reaching up for his belt as if I was starving.
